Freya had a sly smile on her face as the bubbled face joined in the chat, successful gaining most of the attention. Even though both would denied it, the pair made an interesting couple – maybe for once she play cupid in the best way possible~
Freya frowned, realising that she was back at the hellhole known as school.
"For the love of hades, you got to be kidding me..." she mutter under her breath apron spotting her homeroom teacher. Aizawa-sensei was covered in bandages.
As in completely covered in the white crisp bandages… head to toe no visibly features seen. "Morning" he stated glumly as everyone watch him in shock, before bushing into complaints. Should he really be teaching in his condition?
"Don't corner yourselves over me… After all the battle hasn't really ended for you yet." at his words everyone grew tense thinking the worse – more villains.
Freya on the other hand grew tense thinking that he was about to announce that the surprise exams were tomorrow… ugh I hate school.
Much to her delight it wasn't exams… but to her annoyance… it was something else tedious. "Yuuei sports festival is approaching boys and girls!" her sensei announce his boredom and tiredness just noticeable thought the bandages.
She vaguely listens to the man before her talk about the upcoming completion her fellow classmates commenting every now and now. Yeah…. She blinked turning her attention back towards her sensei as he called her name, "Ms. Hades can I speak with you for a moment?"
She stared blankly before nodding, "sure"
She followed her injured sensei into an empty room, it was plain. Obviously something used for meeting or something – it had no windows but the walls were decorated enough. There were two sofas on either side of a wooden table. It the corner held a drinks machine.
"So sensei what did you want to talk to me about?" she broke the silence sitting herself on one side of the table her sensei on the other.
"I want to talk about what happened during the attack"
"You're going to have to be more specific sensei~" she purred, cross her legs at the knees, leaning forward towards the man.
"Stop the games" she frowned but shrugged nevertheless. The games ever stopped but she wasn't going to tell him that. "First off I wanted to thank you"
If she was drinking she would have spat water in surprise, instead she raised a surprised eyebrow, "if that you way of saying you own me? And if that's I yes – I just want you to expel me. For inferno that would be lovely"
She meet with silence, to which she rolled her eyes in annoyance which laced her tone sourly. "Of course. How could I forget… you're not allow are you? I am force to stay at this school no matter what... Force into doing things I don't want to do… What a stupid system we live in" she muttered darkly as she leaned back her eyes narrowing.
"I cannot expel you, but I can help you afterwards… if you truly don't want to become a hero I think I may be able to pull some strings" Aizawa stated simply, trying not to be drawn in by the female. "But you may fine you have what it takes to be a hero"
"No thanks, I stick to working as a stripper"
"May I ask why" he growled, she could tell he was glaring from the tone of his voice.
"You won't like the answer" Freya smirked, "and honestly you wouldn't believe my response… even if I told you I don't think you deserve the right to know"
She stood, making her way to the door, "if that's all sensei~ I heading off to hell known as English with president mic"
Aizawa-sensei sat there in silence, contemplating her words before thinking back over her file the staff had been given on her arrival… something wasn't adding up. The dark haired man frowned – something wasn't adding up at all and he suspected the file was incorrect or at least not telling the full story.
She had only cracked once since being here… when both arms were shattered by the nomu and even then that thing was the only target. A target which didn't die. He hadn't seen any pyromaniac's behaviour from her, in fact the female tried to limit the amount of flames used and had great control over them. Even when fighting no one died due to her hell fire. Honesty, he didn't understand why the government was forcing someone to this school when cleary they wanted nothing to do with heroes or villains.
They were better ways to go about keeping someone under wraps while giving them a choice in schooling. From his observation, she more likely to turn rouge with the pressure, her hatred for the government only growing as time passes…
"Something wasn't adding up indeed" he muttered out loud.
Freya sighed with a stretch standing up from her seat. Finally another day of hell over… how many did she have left? She watched with amusement as everyone around her seems super pumped about the festivals at the end of week – just one of things wannabe heroes need to do in order to pass... Get scouted by other hero, start to increase they popularity. Ect ect…
Ocachco was particularly pumped about the upcoming event, though she wanted the money it did sort of… come from a good place. The demon on the other hand, couldn't care less about the sport event – she was half debating skipping the festival all together.
She moved to the doorway just as oachoco opened it, "what the hell?" Freya muttered with a deadpanned expression at the sight, A hand resting on her check in thought. The doorway was completely blocked by onlookers who she guessed where from the other hero classes having a look at their competition.
She frowned at the crowd in distaste... well looks like she was going to be staying here till the crowd went away or jump out the window.
"They're crowding the exit! What are they here for?" Mintea commented.
"They're scoping out the competition, retard" Bakugo scowled stepping besides the cardigan wearing female. "They wanna see the gang who came through the villain ambush" red eyes glanced towards her.
Freya lips upturned slightly into a smirk, she had noticed the extra glances the male had been giving her – it was like he was trying to figure her out. "They're checking us out before the big battle, asshole"
He inclined his chin for her to walk forward, she rolled her eyes while crossing her arms covering her chest. "Hate crowds you explosive idiot"
"It's pointless to try, so why don't you just fuck off, ya goddamn mob!" he growled, red hues now glaring at the would-be mob.
"I came to see what you kids are made of, true but I didn't think you'd be this arrogant" a voice called out from the back of the crowd. Freya watched on in amusement as a pissed off expression appeared on his face. She bit her lip, trying to contain her amusement and growing lust from the males face. Something about him, always seems to turn her on.
She looked towards the tall speaker – bags under his purple hues, purple hair messy and unkempt. It was like the bored male had just got out of bed. She continued to eye the new comer as he spoke – he seemed strong but not in the physical sense, Freya eyes glowed slightly as her grazed pinned on the purple haired male. A smirk tugging at her lips, he didn't even spare her a glance.
The smirk grew- it seemed she had met someone strong-willed… interesting could it be something to do with his quirk? How far could she push him?
"Consider it a declaration of war"
She bit her lip before taking a step forward, Bakugo glanced towards her moving form a frown on his face. The stranger didn't even flinched as she entered his personally space, lifting a finger to tail a line along his jaw, "saying stuff like that~" she purred, turning her head upwards towards his face, "...is turning me on~ be carefully some of us bite~"
Internally she grinned as the slight blush wanting to grow, before taking a step back – turning on her heels. "Since you a lot are blocking the doorway, I'm going to take the scenic route, ta~da~"
As she walked pass a frowning Bakugo she give him a wink before making a beeline to the window. With a skip hop and a jump she flew through the window one hand holding her bag the other on her hat, keeping it in place.
She would be lying if she said that for the past week she had been training like everyone else in 1A. Training for the upcoming sports event. Even going to avoid Bakugo, who for some reason wanted to combat train with her… If fact she had been planning ways of avoiding it at all costs – Lexi had turned round telling her that if she bailed from the start her pay would be docked.
Haste why, when the day the event arrived. Freya was up and mentally ready… not…. for the crowds in the stadium.
Though in true fashion, Freya arrived late to the room 1A had been assigned. PE uniform on with her usual modifications and cardigan on. No way was she taking this thing off… if they disqualified her… shame, whatever shall she do?
Of course the succubus entered the room as the tensest point – Todoroki having declared war on Midoriya.
"Oh my~" she purred cutting though the tension like a knife, "what did I miss? ~"
Ochaco was the first to response, "Freya! I thought you weren't coming for a moment! We have just been called! Time to go!" the girl smile, gripping the female by the hand before dragging out, out onto the area.
And so the games begin.
To be continued...
ohh is someone getting suspicious of our little demon?
its been a while! sorry! works been pretty busy :)
what do you guys think?